Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 36 Political Antagonisms
Your Excellency Mazarin is going to leave Luzpitburg with his attendants today.

Their plan was to go all the way west to condolences to the army stationed in Zarash, reward the regiment colonel Vimla, and then take his daughter Antoinette back to the city of Bam along the Marne River.

In the eyes of some caring people, they should have left long ago.

Staying in the local area for such a long time, I am afraid that he is afraid of the hearts of Condorcet and others.

actually not.

Mazarin had been resting at Earl Charlotte's mansion for many days, waiting for a letter from the court.

When the letter arrives, he will leave naturally.

The letter was opened in public on the 18th, and the trumpet player stepped forward first, but the sound of his playing could not match the click of Lord Mazarin chewing the lamb chops.

Compared with before, his size was more than doubled, and his belt stretched like a rubber band binding flour.

The Marquis of Condorcet once said in private that His Majesty Mazarin is like a whale in the sea. He drinks almost a few gallons of water every day, not to mention the meat he consumes.

"Crack, click."

No one on the scene has a bigger official position than the Secretary-General.

So I can only keep the complaints in my heart.

At the friendly gesture of the fiddler, everyone took the sound of the clash of teeth and pieces of meat as the drumbeat of another tune.

Miss Godiva, who was standing with her mother, felt as if she saw a lion eating meat. She saw Mazarin rhythmically closing his mouth up and down, and the excess grease immediately fell on the carpet.

The mayor's eyes twitched and he pretended not to see it.

Waiting for the envoy to finish reading the letter, he shook hands with the captain of the attendants eagerly.

"So, as stated in the king's letter, Don Serra will remain in the city as the new tax collector, and Sir Dorian, whom we all know, will be named Baron of Corsica."

Sir Dorian.

Oh no Lord Dorian.

He is now kneeling on one knee and swearing the oath before the king's guard of honor.

When the oath was over, Baron Dorian received the Medal of Courtesy from the envoy, kissed each other again, and then ended the whole ceremony accompanied by music.

It could be seen that Baron Dorian couldn't help being overjoyed, even though he told himself repeatedly that he should behave more modestly, he couldn't hide his big grinning mouth.

"Hahaha, that's great."

Besides Lord Dorian, Ivan's stepmother was the other happiest person.

She has always disdained the title of her own man, and always felt that she should be matched with a more noble man.

Baron Robespierre pretended to congratulate: "Lord Dorian, as the old saying goes, a beast with a hideous appearance, if it is loyal to its master, its appearance will become amiable."

"With your kind words, Du Meng."

Baron Dorian held his breath and said, "As a loyal dog, I will soon find Francett's enemy."

"I hope you see it correctly, and don't come out and bite people."

"You'll know when you get the evidence."

Baron Dorian has never been so proud. Although he was also a member of the city council before, his status was very limited.

If it weren't for the fact that he often runs overseas trade and has interests in other nobles, he might not be a member of the council.

As a result, Sir Dorian did not have much right to speak, and only when Mazarin was about to come could he wrestle with Baron Robespierre.

Now a Baron.

This means that the political status is rising again.

Another point is that there is an extra court member in the backstage of the Dorian family.

Baron Dorian gave Baron Robespierre a look, the joy on his face couldn't be concealed at all, and the people around him were also deliberately flattering him, so he simply invited his friends and took people to his home for a celebration party .

If Ivan was here, he could still persuade his father not to get carried away.

But only Mrs. Dorian was there, and she was louder than the Baron, and the room seemed to be screaming like a chickadee.

Even Mrs. Charlotte, who was always proud, lowered her figure and followed the flow of people with admiration.

Their joy brought Baron Robespierre a different feeling.

He buried his anger in his heart, a fake smile appeared in his narrow eyes, and his black waistcoat was like a cunning weasel lying next to his ear, planning a new round of conspiracy for him.

The former tax collector was hanged.

Although the current tax officer is personally appointed by the king.

But it is an outsider.

Such flimsy foreign bureaucrats are most likely to be wooed by local interest groups.

Otherwise, he would not be a good tax collector.

Baron Robespierre very kindly invited Don Serra to meet him temporarily, and then go to the tax office to check this year's tax payment in a while.

There is no immediate relationship with the new tax official.

It was Lord Dorian's mistake.

Don Serra happened to be absent-minded, and when he heard that he was invited, he agreed without thinking too much.

This young man from a big city should be vigilant. He has just taken an important official position and has not yet figured out who is the enemy and who is the friend. He should not accept invitations from others at this time.

Everything a politician does has meaning.

What's more, he is also a tax officer directly appointed by the king.

If you put it in the eyes of someone with a heart, Don Serra may have already been sidelined.

Baron Robespierre asked his servant to hand him a cup of tea, and he held the base of the cup himself.

The back is shaped like a flower, and the cup is tall.

The red ranunculus pattern is painted directly on the plain embryo by the craftsman.

He suddenly said: "Actually, I have always had some relationship with the Pengois family, but it was old news a long time ago. I saw that Sir Dorian and Mazarin had a very good relationship before, so I didn't even open my mouth to talk to you. of."

Talk about hometown, talk about relatives.

The best way to get closer.

Don Serra said pleasantly: "Is that so, you have heard about the Pengwa family."

"That's right, I know that you are not a local wealthy family in Frasett, so you have not been able to integrate into the local high society. But this is also understandable, don't look at it in a small place in Luzpitburg, in fact Our Dumont family has also been squeezed out by others."

The Dumont family is the family of Baron Robespierre.

As he spoke, he sighed.

This old and cunning man knew what language he should use to draw the relationship between them closer.

Under the Baron's deliberate hospitality, the two chatted more and more speculatively.

Later, he even half-forcibly gave Don Serra an official residence.

"Your Excellency, this is very generous."

"You are welcome, I know you are far away from your hometown, so you must not be ready to salute. But as a responsible member of the local council, it is also my duty to prepare a residence for an official like you who only belongs to the court."

"Then thank you very much."

Don Serra couldn't resist the other party's enthusiasm, so he had to accept it.

After talking about trivial matters in life for a while, Baron Robespierre asked: "Brother Don Serra, I am very worried about your recent health condition. Since the morning, your eyes have always lost their color. Is it true that you are in life? What else worries you?"

"Please forgive my rudeness."

Don Serra said in shame: "Since defeating the wild wolf last time (he thinks), he has had some very absurd nightmares from time to time, but isn't this the reason why I was distracted?"

"What is the reason?"

"It's a girl."

He blushed and said: "I saw a Venus on the street last time, and I have never forgotten this girl. If God is willing to take back my official position in exchange for a chance to get along with her, I think I will be happy." exchange."

The baron was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"What am I supposed to be, it turns out it's just a woman."

Tang Serra blushed even more, and could only drink the tea in one gulp.

He patted the other person on the shoulder: "Wait tomorrow, you and I will go to a place where there are all kinds of women. I guarantee that if you go once, you will want to go a second time."

In the afternoon, everyone gathered at the city gate to send Mazarin off.

As a member of the Dorian family, Ivan naturally wanted to be present to express his gratitude to Lord Mazarin.

"See you later, Lord Mazarin."

The four horses were able to pull the Secretary-General's body abreast, and the front and rear ruts sank half an inch into the dirt.

As long as it rubs against a stone, the entire body will burst into violent vibrations.

Click, click, click.

The sound gradually disappeared.

(End of this chapter)